I hadn’t given it much thought in many years, perhaps once or twice in passing since my father died almost twenty years ago.

These have been bumpy days for me recently. My "second mother" growing up, passed away. She frightened me when I first met her because she was "no nonsense" and I was all nonsense. As I matured she became a valuable asset and friend in my life. Known her about 50 years.

  With Father’s Day just having passed, I think about the type of wisdom and advice that passes from father to child.  

  I always thought I was a procrastinator. In fact I would say that I had procrastination down to a science. I have come to realize that I am not a procrastinator. In fact, I am actually the opposite; I get my tasks completed early.    

Happy Father’s Day!   I already enjoyed a stellar card from Marisa – she always finds a card with the right sentiments and message --earlier this past week and mom’s on Friday.

The day before Father's Day and I'm reflecting on my Dad as I do from time to time. I miss him.   I often read blogs written by people remembering someone who has passed. It usually is something glowing about how perfect this person was or how wonderful they were.  

Last week I finally got to play with my son David and my grandson Jackson, all together in a row, on the Gotham Batmen softball team (see photo).

There’s a “Corner Bakery” on the corner of North Capital and E Street in Washington, D.C. On most mornings, a homeless gentleman stands on the corner and wishes a “Good Morning” to passersby. I saw him last Saturday and Sunday. As I left the bakery with my coffees on Sunday morning, I gave the gentleman a dollar as I wished him a good day. As I walked away, I heard a voice behind me. “Can I buy you breakfast this morning?” the woman’s voice asked.